Let me tell you a tale that I once heard

In jail, - A tale that’s never been told

If you sit there and listen, my story will

Glisten, with feathers of silver and gold.

 

A 5 o’clock scholar, and a carpet installer

Are similar ‘cept for their shoes

And back in the heydays of regular paydays

A surrogate son couldn’t lose.

 

Down in El Paso, I bought a lasso,

Back in my cowboy days

Then I went to Miami, that’s where I

Met Sammy, we went to Hawaii for leis

 

Then we ran to Dakota, and used up

Our quota of horseshoes and railroad ties.

But we ran into trouble, when we saw

Sammy’s double, and settled for burgers and fries

 

Why does gravity matter and little feet patter

And Pintos and Yugos collide? Or go

Down in the gutter and swim underwater

With both of my eyes open wide?

 

I knew it was over, when we couldn’t hover

‘Cause the rotors got stuck in the trees,

Yes, the daring young nomads got kicked

In the gonads, and the pain brought us both to our knees

 

Epilogue

 

The mansion was stately, for a Johnny-

Come-lately, but he earned it for

Crying out loud. Academically speaking,

In China there’s Peking -- but staring

Is never allowed.

 

So- - Let’s stop the laughter, I know

What you're after, Let’s just saddle up

For a cruise. I searched the world over,

And never found Rover, and That-was the Birth-of the Blues

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